Happy, colorful, amazingly sweet
Candy on Easter
The taste stays on your tongue
Until Halloween rolls around
You're on your last breath
Dying eggs turns to death
You climb up those tiring stairs
To your scary old neighbor's house
You open the door
Expect a treat but get a trick
You take a gasp of air in
But that dioxide don't come out
Until springtime rolls around
All throughout winter
There was no life
The flowers wouldn't bloom
The trees were full of gloom
You had frostbite
For that whole winter season
Couldn't feel any pain
You had nothing to lose or gain
You had nothing at all
Until Easter candy hit your tongue
Washed out all that Halloween gunk
You live for everything
You have all your leaves
You started to breathe
You have it all
Winter will come around again
But you'll be prepared
With a jacket and boots
And Easter Candy on your tongue
Springtime stands for happy
Winter stands for run

Dancing, Smiling, Laughing, Moving
My feet to the beat of my heart.
Unaware of the pain in my chest
Called Reality
Was hitting me hard
until
I
was
Turning, Spinning, Flipping, Circling
As the outdoors I was in
Became smaller and smaller
My beautiful dress turned to ash
And they'd store it away in a dusty old closet
Heaven knows what I'd just lost
I was a stranger to myself
my life, It was forgotten
and all my thoughts were contaminated
by the cruel world that is to exist
i kept holding my breath
to keep the toxins from coming in
i was a stranger to myself
my rhythm, it was forgotten
i wanted to go back
back to my naive self
but it's better to leap forward
than to tumble back and fall
after all, it was when I learned to breathe again
That the key to my life was uncovered
I liked it better when I was dancing
Until I learned to sing

So here's a poem I wrote about time.
Tweaking
This next poem is about insanity. It's about how you can do better. It's about pushing yourself to try harder in life. When the person in the poem jumped, it symbolizes that they finally tried in life. It's written about insanity because I think that insane people have a bigger imagination. Don't quote me on that, because I didn't do any research.
Where I am Now
My only explanation for this one is if you hate math, read this poem.
Math and Problems
Now this one is basically a long and exaggerated way of saying I don't have nightmares because I'm not afraid of something that isn't real. Don't worry, everything else in this poem is totally made up for it to sound like a good poem.
What's More Hatred Than Nightmares?
I have 3 more poems that I have already written, but I feel like waiting a few more days to post them, just in case later on I see something that I can make better.
Please tell me if you liked them! Tell me which one is your favorite, too! I can't wait to show you more! If you have any input on how I can improve my poems, please go right ahead and tell me.

Aww! Thanks. I'm glad you like them. I really enjoy writing poems that people can interpret in multiple ways.
I think I can write a poem about almost anything. Sometimes I just write poems that aren't about anyone I know, and not about something I relate to either. I just try to find something that I think maybe would relate to a few people. The poem "Meaningless" I actually got the idea from the shows and movies. You know how someone breaks up with you and then you hate Valentine's day after that. I'm really wondering if other poets can write poems about stuff that doesn't relate to them at all...
What I'm trying to say is if you have any ideas of what I should write about, I will try to write a poem about it. It would be better if the topic was deep. I'm better at those.
And again, I'm really glad you like these poems. I'll post a few more today since I wrote a lot of poems this week.
(I feel like pointing out that my cat is being cute right now 🐈)

This is a poem I wrote about my cat. It's meant to seem like it's about something else though. Read it and let me know what you think.
-ChancelorPuddinghead
Mountain's Snow
This is a poem I wrote about bullying. Before you jump to conclusions, this poem is not about me. It doesn't matter who it's about. It just matters that I want people to stop bullying now. I hope you bronies are inspired by this poem.
Don't Need Sin
Hey bronies, before you read this, keep in mind that this is not how I think at all. I wrote it in a different person's perspective. I really hope you like this poem!
Meaningless
Hey! In short, this poem is about me and how I have so many ideas in my head about what to write, but once I pick one thing out of my mind and onto the paper, I forget about the rest.
I really hope you liked it! Tell me what you think.
-ChancelorPuddinghead
What I'm There To Find

Hey, I was just looking at a deep poem that I wrote a few weeks ago. Do you want to read it?
Happy endings
Are just when happy ends
And evil begins.
Good can come
But it doesn't last.
A little girl’s hum
May find the ear of a prince
And they'd ride off in the sunset
Dancing in the wind.
But all that is past.
Happy endings
Are just a make believe pile of books.
Designed so we’d smile
Designed so we'd think what is false is true
What is true is false.
After all, the truth bites.
When we read these books
We zone out of our life
Fairytales put us under a spell
It's like we're not real
It's like we're not here.
Maybe it's better this way.
Because in life
There are only lies
Because there is truth.
There are no such things as happy endings
They're more like evil beginnings.
We only read happy endings
Because they're better than the truth.
The truth is evil.
Evil is the truth.

Well, I'm in English class, and I just started taking speech class this semester. Other than that, no. I kind of taught myself how to write poems. In school we don't normally have a poem unit sadly. I read a bunch of Shel Silverstein's poems when I was younger and I was really into them. I'm also very interested in listening to music, but the main reason why is the lyrics.
Random fact: I think I wrote this one in either November or December.

I want to write a poem,
But I don't know what to write!
So this is what I'll write about…
Oh I give up!
This isn't working,
My brain is cooked,
I've collapsed,
I've fainted,
I'm having a panic attack!
I can't open my kit-kat snack!
Should I write about the waving leaves on that beautiful tree over there?
Or should I write about the raging sea?
Or the angry bear, should I just leave it be?
Or should I write about those stars who all look down on me?
I think I found my subject.
But where do I begin?
The options are endless because this topic comes from within.
I think I can do this,
Just have to stay positive!
Every time the moon comes out,
The stars come-
I'M POSITIVE I CAN'T DO THIS!
The bell rang.
The class is done.
“It's time to turn in your poem, everyone!”
I hit my head on my desk, bang!
I had no poem, or so I thought,
Until I saw my rough draft thoughts.
They're perfect rhymes,
To my delight.
I honestly really didn't even try!
That's the process of writing a poem.

My cat ate my homework once and inspired me to write this poem:
If my cat ever eats my homework
What should I tell the teacher?
I can't just tell them, “My cat ate my homework”
‘Cause that's the same thing as saying,
“My dog ate my homework”
Since my cat pretty much is a dog.
I could say I lost it,
But that would mean I’m irresponsible.
What if I say the wind blew it away?
Wait, what's the wind pressure today?
Could I maybe just throw a fit?
Ehh…
My reputations definitely not worth it.
Wait why am I worrying about all this?
I don't have any assignments due
Therefore there's no more homework to not do.
OH NO!
I have a poem due after lunch!
What's my excuse?
“Apparently my homework was my cats lunch”
I said to the class
Holding a blank shredded paper in my hand.
There is no more to this poem,
My cat ate the rest.
No seriously.

Aww! Thanks so much! Just remember, if you want to become good at writing poems, keep practicing. I was terrible at writing poems up until last year. Now I like to think I'm good at them.This is the first poem I've written about My Little Pony. I have written a few other poems before, but they're not about MLP. Maybe I will post them on the Everfree Forest sometime. I'm really glad you liked my poem.

I act like I'm laughter
But really I'm shy
I act like I'm playful
But I don't know why
I care about animals
And their wellbeing
But I don't show it
I'm reckless
They're only seeing
The outgoing me
Not the downright
Stagefright
Tongue tied
Fluttershy
I try to be kind
I try to be me
But that never works out
Since I can't speak up for myself
I'm Fluttershy
Trapped in a pink pony's body
They call me Pinkie Pie